[ it is a strong spell indeed, the influence of it weighs heavily on her, like the blanket of sleep. it wraps her up and whispers to her in her grandfather's voice, bidding her to stay, to never leave this place. this is where her heart lies, isn't it? this is what she has always wanted. her grandfather, and her brother, and her home.. gods, how she yearns for sharlayan's shores. here in akvos, in el minha, and struxta, and the temple, it has felt so very, very far away..
but something else is pulling her too, a different voice, and there are hands on her face, forcing her eyes away from the thing that matters most. ]
What..
[ she starts, tensing against his hold, but his hands are strong. her unfocused eyes flicker to prompto's face at last, pupils blown wide and black, and she searches his features as if she is seeing him for the first time. he's just a dream, isn't he? this place is what's real. her hand on louisoix's tightens, though her eyes remain on prompto, even if they waver.
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but something else is pulling her too, a different voice, and there are hands on her face, forcing her eyes away from the thing that matters most. ]
What..
[ she starts, tensing against his hold, but his hands are strong. her unfocused eyes flicker to prompto's face at last, pupils blown wide and black, and she searches his features as if she is seeing him for the first time. he's just a dream, isn't he? this place is what's real. her hand on louisoix's tightens, though her eyes remain on prompto, even if they waver.
we need you. ]
B-but..